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He said in a voice under perfect control: "You're right; the chances you care to take with me concern yourself. As for your ill-humour, I suppose I have earned it by being attentive to your wife. What is it you wish; that my hitherto very harmless attentions should cease?" "Yes," said Dysart, and his square jaw quivered. "Well, they won't.
"None of your damned business!" said Dysart, wheeling short on him. "Perhaps not. I did not believe it at the time, but I do now.... And her brother is after you with a gun." "What do you mean?" "That you'd better get out of town unless you want an uglier scandal on your hands."
What's the use of risking heartaches to satisfy curiosity?" "Oh, I don't have heartaches!" said Dysart, intensely amused. "I wasn't thinking of you. I suppose that's the reason you find it amusing.... Not that I think there's any real harm in you " "Thanks," laughed Dysart; "it only needed that remark to damn me utterly.
"Good God, Dysart!" he said, "I never thought you were anything more vicious than what is called a 'dancing man. What are you, anyhow?" "You'll learn if you tamper with my affairs," said Dysart. He whipped off his mask and turned a corpse-like visage on the younger man.
You said you were not now in his Majesty's service: beg pardon were you ever?" "Why, once I was; many years ago." "Ah! and what regiment? I was in the forty-second. Heard of the forty- second? Colonel's name, Dysart; captain's, Trotter; corporal's, Bunting, at your service." "I am much obliged by your confidence," said the Traveller drily. "I dare say you have seen much service." "Service!
Toward morning he spoke, asking for his father. But they had decided to probe for the bullet, and he closed his eyes wearily and spoke no more. They found it. What Dysart found as the winter sun rose over Manhattan town, his Maker only knows, for his sunken eyes opened unterrified yet infinitely sad. But there was a vague smile on his lips after he lay there dead.
They were not two hundred yards away, when there came a third great sea; and at that the brig lifted clean over the reef; her canvas filled for a moment, and she seemed to sail in chase of them, but settling all the while; and presently she drew down and down, as if a hand was drawing her; and the sea closed over the Covenant of Dysart.
And now it's that young dog Jack! te-he! yes, it's Jack, now! But he's a good son, my boy Jack; he's a good son to me and he's all Dysart, all Dysart; bon chien chasse de race! te-he! Oui, ma fois! bon chien chasse de race." By the first of January it became plain that there was not very much left of Colonel Mallett's fortune, less of his business reputation, and even less of his wife's health.
Gray said in a low voice to Dysart: "That's as much as to admit that they're engaged, isn't it? When a girl doesn't give a hoot what she does to other men, she's nailed, isn't she?" Dysart did not answer; Rosalie, passing on Grandcourt's arm, caught the words and turned swiftly, looking over her shoulder at Geraldine.
A moment later, Dysart, who had heard every word from the doorway, walked silently back to his own room and sat down, resting his temples between his closed fists. The well-cut head was already silvery gray at the temples; one month had done it. When animated, his features still appeared firm and of good colour; relaxed, they were loose and pallid, and around the mouth fine lines appeared.
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